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‘Tis Resurrection Pain—The meeting Bands of smitten FaceWe questioned to, again.‘Tis Transport wild as thrills the GravesWhen Cerements let goAnd Creatures clad in MiracleGo up by Two and Two.

So differ Life and DeathIn positive Prospective—The Foot upon the EarthAt Distance, and Achievement, strains,The Foot upon the GraveMakes effort at conclusionAssisted faint of Love.

I deemed EternityA Revelation of Yourself—‘Twas therefore DeityThe Absolute—removedThe Relative away—That I unto Himself adjustMy slow idolatry—

Upon a single Wheel—Whose spokes a dizzy Music makeAs ’twere a travelling Mill—He never stops, but slackensAbove the Ripest Rose—Partakes without alightingAnd praises as he goes,Till every spice is tasted—And then his Fairy GigReels in remoter atmospheres—And I rejoin my Dog,And He and I, perplex usIf positive, ’twere we—Or bore the Garden in the BrainThis…

Derives its Magnitude—‘Tis Duke, or Dwarf, accordingAs is the Central Mood—The fine—unvarying AxisThat regulates the Wheel—Though Spokes—spin—more conspicuousAnd fling a dust—the while.The Inner—paints the Outer—The Brush without the Hand—Its Picture publishes—precise—As is the inner Brand—On fine—Arterial Canvas—A Cheek—perchance a Brow—The Star’s whole Secret—in the Lake—Eyes were not meant to know.

Accessible to thill of bee,Or cart of butterfly.If town it have, beyond itself,‘T is that I cannot say;I only sigh,–no vehicleBears me along that way.